Previously: At the end of Pete and Nick's first date, Pete squeezed Nick's hand, locked eyes and said slightly forcefully, "I'd like you to come home with me tonight." Nick looked down, smiled a half-grin, and quietly responded, "Yes, sir".
Author's note: A special thanks to reader and friend, Andro, who was the inspiration for Nick in this story. He was a valuable sounding board as I, Pete, wrestled with the dilemma that the character Pete is faced with. Thank you, Andro, for your wisdom and friendship. I won't forget you.
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Chapter 14
Being addressed as "sir" made my heart leap into my throat. Despite my strange detour of the previous few weeks, I was back where I belonged...in charge. The protector, mentor, and potential lover of this handsome young man across the table from me.
I wasn't quite sure how to respond to his "Yes, sir". I needed to think fast. I bought some time by squeezing his hand even harder and peering directly into his eyes, almost as if I were looking through him. My mind was in overdrive. Should I address the fact he called me "sir"? Or just run with it like it was the obvious title I deserve? I decided for halfway in between.
"Nick, you're a successful young man who has some impressive achievements under your belt. But you're still early in your life and your career. I may be getting ahead of my skis here, but I think I can help you. And if you're comfortable addressing me as "sir" in certain circumstances, I won't discourage you. Understood?"
Nick smiled broadly, as if he had just heard the words he had been hoping to hear, squeezed my hand even harder again, and with a huge grin, responded, "Yes, sir".
"And you understand I'm asking you to spend the night...the entire night...with me?" I added.
"Yes, SIR!" he smiled, his voice growing louder.
"But let me be absolutely clear. You have agreed to spend the night with a man who you will be addressing as `sir'. Do you understand the implications of that?" I didn't want there to be any surprises about what I had in mind.
"YES. SIR. I couldn't be any clearer on your expectations of me. Sir!" He grinned.
I couldn't stop myself; I leaned over the table to pull him to me and gave him a quick, but meaningful kiss on the lips.
On the ride home, I now regretted picking a restaurant that was more than 5 minutes from my place. I couldn't get Nick home fast enough. Thankfully, both of us were in a state of euphoria, so little dialogue was required. I think we were both basking in the glow of the dinner. As we drove away, I took his left hand with my right, and held it in my lap. I didn't go as far as to place his hand directly on my bulge, but I got close. And he didn't hesitate to let his hand rest there comfortably, occasionally letting it brush against my groin.
We pulled into my parking space and I could barely keep my hands off him. Walking through the ramp, I put my arm around his shoulder and, thankfully, he leaned right into me. We were a bit more discreet in the public areas and then got to the door of my place. While I hadn't planned on bringing Nick back, the possibility had crossed my mind, so I had the place looking sharp. It was a loft style condo, a lot of concrete, open spaces, balconies, and sweeping views. I opened the door, led him in, and while I wanted to attack him on the spot, my better daddy voices told me to take it slow. My better daddy voices lost.
I excused myself leaving him alone in the living room for a moment. I went to my bedroom, retrieved something and walked back into the room and tossed it to him. Being an agile athlete, he caught it quickly and looked at me with a puzzled look. Motioning him to the bedroom, I said, "Go put that on and then come back here. Leave all your other clothes in the bedroom."
He was a half stunned, and half turned on. He stopped, looked me in the eye, and soberly replied, "Yes, sir."
It was a new Aronik jockstrap that I hadn't had a chance to wear yet.
While he was changing, I spoke through the rooms to him, "I'm getting us both a red wine".
"Thank you, sir," was his quick response.
I was just finishing pouring the wines as he walked out of the bedroom wearing only the jockstrap. I knew he was an athlete, but being an accomplished triathlete, I don't think I'd ever seen anything like him. He was indescribably beautiful. He had the sinewy, striated muscles of a runner, but bulkier, like a lifter. He had a stunning V-shaped back and long arms like a swimmer, but meatier. His pecs and abs were hairless perfection. He had thick, muscular legs, but so long they looked they could encircle you twice. And the jockstrap pushed out his package and framed his ass like he was an ai image.
He knew how hot he was, but he stood there, almost like a schoolboy, waiting for my approval.
"Come here, boy", I motioned. He sheepishly walked to me and I held my arms out, pulled him into me and began to kiss him passionately. When our mouths met I felt him melt into my arms. I was still fully clothed and loved the fact that he was nearly nude for me to touch and caress. That was as it should be. I was back in charge.
By now, he had become nearly fully erect, and the skimpy jockstrap wasn't designed to hide it. I didn't point it out; we both knew it. I loved the imbalance of me fully clothed and his near nudeness, so I took the opportunity to give him a tour of my condo, knowing full well that he was displaying himself for me in a revealing jockstrap.
The tour was quick, and I had many covert opportunities to admire his body and watch the growing wet spot on his bulge. The jock was light colored and thin fabricked, so the wet spot caused by his precum was unmistakable; and I made sure he knew I saw it. We circled back to where we started which was an oversized couch that faced the skyline, ironically much like the one at Charles's place. I kicked off my shoes, lowered myself on the couch so I was sitting with my back against one of its massive arms, but with my legs extended fully on the couch, leaving just enough room for him to climb in between them. I didn't say a word, I simply motioned for him to lay between my legs and rest against me.
Nick laid down between my legs with his back against my torso and I wrapped my arms around his torse from behind. He released his energy into me like he had found his long-lost home and didn't appear to be even slightly apprehensive about the quick turn this evening had taken. His relaxation allowed me to feel more comfortable as well. I was able to encircle him with my arms and graze his naked torso with both hands, occasionally giving slightly more attention to on nipple, then the other. Each time I did that, he'd quietly groan.
Signaling complete surrender, he eventually dropped his head back and into the crook of my neck. He was now 100% relaxed in my arms. I had better access to his ear now, so I whispered huskily to him, "You are one sexy boy."
"Thank you sir, but not as sexy as you".
"How do you even know? You're the one without any clothes on." I said with an air of authority. But then I remembered....
"Remember when I first saw you at Jack's birthday party? You were the hottest man on the planet that night". Damn, I was so taken with him tonight I had forgotten he was there and had seen me for the end of the birthday bukkake. I decided not to answer; let him think whatever he wants.
"I know how much doing that meant to Jack and Charles," Nick continued. "I already know from spending time with you, that that evening was a little"...he paused to find the right word..."atypical for you. All that matters to me is that Charles thought long and hard about who was the sexiest man to be in the center of things that night, and he knew it had to be you. And to have all those guys admiring your body that way...and now I get to have you all to myself. I can't believe I'm this lucky."
Whew, I didn't expect that answer! I feared that him seeing me being whored out like that would conflict with my more natural role of "daddy". All he took away was that I was the sexiest guy in the room and he was lucky to have me.
I decided to let him do the talking. My hands were keeping my mind busy. By this time, they had dropped to the waistline of the jockstrap, and I gingerly slid my thumb back and forth under it, across his waist. Then I'd pull it out and gently graze, then gently squeeze his package. Every time I did he'd moan, slightly louder each time. I continued to caress his torso and bulge until it was time for me to get rid of my cumbersome clothes too.
I gave his body one last, long squeeze, gave him a gentle push off me and said, "Let's get me undressed, too"
He snapped to attention, "Yes, sir!" he nearly shouted as he quickly stood up next to me, pulled me up off the couch and began to unbutton my shirt. He was quite adept at undressing a man, so I decided to just let him take control. My shirt came off first, followed by my shoes and pants, leaving me only in my wife-beater undershirt, and, to his surprise, my own jock that looked amazingly like the one he was wearing. I grabbed the bottom hem of my t-shirt with both hands and ripped it off my body (sexily, like they do in the movies) and nudged him back down on the couch, this time on his back. I lowered myself over him and climbed between his legs so our jock-covered bulges, both hard now, grazed each other. I licked and kissed his face, his neck, his ears, his throat, everything above his chest. His groaning was sensual and non-stop. We couldn't get enough of each other. I slid down his torso to caress his nipples with my stubble and tenderly nibble at each of them. Alternating between them, I'd start by grazing my stubble to stimulate them, then licking them, then a slight nibble, and finally a meaningful (conveying, "I own you") bite. And then I'd start all over again. He helplessly thrusted his groin up to meet mine, but my chest was at his cock level, so he was left disappointed.
I then moved closer to his jewels. Gently kissing my way down his torso, I was able to crawl further down the couch (thank god it was a long couch) so that I was now face-to-face with his bulge. The wet spot had now grown to the size of a half-dollar so I leaned in and gently started to suck his cock through the jock. "Ohhhh...Ohhhhh....Ohhhhh Pete" he moaned. "Oh please Pete..."
"You like this, Nick?" I asked.
"Oh yes, Pete, YES!" he answered. "Please keep going" he begged. He knew I was in charge; I was in control of his pleasure.
I reached under his waist and very slowly pulled the jock down his legs, over his ankles and tossed it on the floor. His cock was as magnificent as the rest of his body. Just fucking perfect. Cut with a perfectly sized mushroom head, thick(ish), veiny, and more than average length. I stared at it in amazement, knowing it was mine to do what I wanted with it. The silence was deafening. You could almost hear the precum dripping from the tip of his cock. I was sure he longed for me to take him into his mouth. But I wasn't going to make it that easy. I wanted to hear him beg.
I slid my arms under the tops of his legs, near his ass, and lifted and spread his legs so I had full view of his balls, crack, and hole. Again, I was silent. I had all the time in the world to decide what I wanted to do to him. I owned him now. The silence worked, as I could now hear him whimpering. I could read his mind; he was begging for me to do something, anything that would satisfy him.
I went in slowly and grazed his taint with the tip of my whiskers. "Oh, oh, oh," Nick moaned. "Oh please sir, please.." `All that from just my whiskers', I thought. I leaned in and did it again, but this time with the tip of my tongue. "Oh, oh..", he groaned. I had barely touched him and he shivered so intensely it was like he was convulsing. I leaned in again and gave his taint a few more licks, but this time, each was followed with a long lick down the inside of his thigh. His body was trembling so hard I began to worry I was harming him. I knew I wasn't when he begged, "Oh sir, more sir, please.".
He put his hands on my head trying to push my face into him but I aggressively shook them off to signal that I was in charge, not him. As expected, he pulled his hands away and acknowledged his surrender. I continued what I had been doing...gently licking his taint and with every lick getting closer and closer to the bottom of his balls on the top, and his hole on the bottom. Every time I'd go just a millimeter closer to his hole, he'd whimper like a baby.
It became time to move on so after one particularly aggressive lick, I continued all the way up to his balls and spent the next few minutes polishing them with my tongue. I was finding it difficult to go slow, but I managed. I finally pointed my tongue into a tip again and slowly zig-zagged it up the base of his cock, all the way to his tip. He gasped so passionately, it almost sounded like he was crying. I pulled my mouth away from his cock and dramatically paused. I know he'd pay a king's ransom for me to swallow him, but I made him wait...and wait...and wait. Until finally, seeing the tiniest drop of precum on the tip of his slit, I pointed my tongue and captured my prize. He knew what I had done and gave up any sense of decorum. He literally started begging, "Please, Pete, PLEASE take my cock. It's yours, Pete. Just take it."
"Whose cock is it, again?" I tormented him.
"YOURS SIR, YOURS"
"Whose?" I asked once more.
"YOURS, SIR, PLEASE SIR. I'M BEGGING."
"That's a good boy", I smiled, and slowly lowered my open mouth to finally engulf his throbbing cock. And like I said, it was near-perfect. Thick, veiny, and just the right length. I slowly swallowed his entire cock until I could feel it in the back of my throat. I didn't intend to give him that much pleasure that quickly, but I wanted him to know I could. I closed my lips around his cock to let him know I was serious about this and proceeded to pull my mouth off him the entire distance of his cock. I took his cock back in again, all the way to my throat, and pulled off again. I did this, very slowly, three more times knowing he might be getting close. But that was just a tease.
"You like that Nickie?" I asked,
"Oh yes, sir, yes!" He replied.
Thinking I'd go back down on him, I pulled away and stepped off the couch and said, "Good, now you need to earn it. On your knees."
"Yes SIR", he said as he turned his head to me with a knowing grin. He slid off the couch and I sat back on the couch with my feet on the floor and my knees spread indicating where he was to kneel.
He knelt before me and looked up into my eyes with a mixture of reverence, pride, and lust. I may have been overthinking it, but I interpreted his expression as follows: reverence because he was a sub at heart, pride to be with such a sexy daddy, and the lust spoke for itself.
I let the stare linger slightly longer than was necessary, again reinforcing my dominance. At just the right moment, I gave him a slight nod to begin. He instantly lowered his head to the base of my cock and kissed its length up and down several times, admiringly. I placed my hands on the sides of his head and pulled his face up so our eyes met again. "Good boy," I said. "Now take the whole thing."
"Yes, sir" he whispered back. All while not breaking eye contact, he opened his mouth and swallowed me whole, all the way down to his throat. "Good boy," I complimented him. "Keep going".
He picked up the pace and took us both to a rhythm that was nearly transcendental. With my hands on his head, guiding him up and down, he worshipped my cock in a way I'd never experienced before; not even with Pook. When he'd take me all the way in, he'd stop and lap the underside of my cock with his tongue. He wasn't satisfied to be just deep throating me, he actively worked my cock with every available muscle in his mouth. It was as if he had dreamed of having this cock in his mouth his entire life, and his dream was coming true. He was desperate to make his daddy happy, in the best possible way. Wow, did I just think `daddy'? This was moving fast.
"Up and down, just like that boy", I repeated. "Get it good and wet".
Nick couldn't speak, but the slurping and moaning spoke for him. He was in heaven. I was in heaven. But we were nowhere near done. I placed my hands on both sides of his head and for a second time turned his face up to mine. I said nothing. I just stared at him and made him wonder what I was thinking. His face was beautiful. He was strikingly handsome, and conspicuously aroused. I let the stare linger just a little longer until I finally said, "You're a good boy. Now back on the couch like you were before."
"Yes sir", he uttered without hesitation. Being ordered to be on his back signaled I wasn't stopping with a just blow job, as much as we both were enjoying it. I wouldn't have gone further if I didn't think he wanted me to. I could read his mind. He wanted me more than he wanted life.
He quickly laid back on the couch, completely stretched out. I stood back and admired his body. He was godlike. Sinewy, muscled, with the most perfect V-shaped torso and full pecs, and the longest, meatiest arms and legs I'd ever seen. He was like an Olympic athlete who could have anyone, yet all he wanted to do was please me.
I quietly stepped aside to retrieve some lube I had set aside and placed it on the floor for when I'd need it later.
I climbed back between his legs where I had left him so he knew naturally to spread them to let me back in. And like before, I lifted his legs in the air, but this time I went further, I placed each of his ankles on my shoulders giving me 100% access to his most private part...that thing he would willingly surrender to me tonight. I slowly leaned in, but instead of licking his taint, like I had before, I flattened my tongue and licked his crack from the top to the bottom, where it met his taint. Of course, that took my tongue right over his hole and he could barely contain his lust. He moaned so loudly I thought, for the second time tonight, I was hurting him. I lowered my head to repeat the process, but this time lingered slightly longer over his hole. I repeated this several times and each time he pushed his hole into my face, begging me for more. This was just a warmup though. My intention was to get his hole wet enough to fuck without lube. I intended to use lube--I wanted this to be entirely pleasurable for him--but the process of getting it wet enough signaled I respected him and his comfort.
Gazing at his hole, it looked virginal, although I was sure it wasn't. It was pink, perfectly round, and completely hairless. I lingered over it, letting my tongue do all the work. I circled it, made x's over it, flat-licked it, and finally, and vigorously, fucked it with my tongue. The more he moaned the deeper I went. I surprised even myself with how deep my tongue was able to penetrate him. He whimpered and groaned like an animal.
I pulled away from between his legs and pulled myself up to him so we were face to face. Again, I wordlessly stared. I hoped he could read my mind because I was telling him telepathically how beautiful and sexy he was. And I'm pretty sure he could read my mind and was saying, "Back at you, daddy". `Daddy'. He didn't say it but I know he was thinking it.
I finally broke the silence. "Are you ready for me, boy?".
A gentle smile crossed his face as he replied, "Yes sir".
I reached down to retrieve the lube I had placed there earlier, and I applied it conspicuously to signal this first fuck would be gentle. I'd be in control, and I didn't want to hurt him. After I covered my dick with an ample amount, I took another squeeze of it and used my fingers to insert it into him. I wanted this to be heaven for him.
I put it back down, reset him so I'd now enter him missionary style, looked him square in the eye as if to say "ready?' to which he responded with a slight, but readable nod. I placed the tip of my cock right in his hole, let it rest there for just a beat, and then slowly started to push. The quiet groan came immediately, and it was a groan of ecstasy, not pain. I knew I had a green light to continue, so I ever so slowly continued to push. At one point, he seemed to resist, so I stopped and let the pain subside. After a brief stop, with our eyes still locked, he indicated for me to resume with the slightest of nods. I restarted my slow push and he continued his sensuous moaning. I was very close to being fully entered, so I stopped before the final push. With our eyes still locked, I whispered, "Almost there boy." He closed his eyes in the sexiest way imaginable, reopened them and whispered back, "Thank you, sir. Thank you for this".
My last push was more of a thrust. I had been exceedingly gentle, but now I wanted him to feel my commanding presence. "Arghhh..." he responded, more of surprise than pain. I left it up there again to let him adjust and the discomfort subside, and just when it did, I began a slow withdrawal, all the way out, followed by another full penetration. I started slow with each one slightly faster and more vigorous. I intentionally didn't go too fast or too hard as I wanted this to go on and on. I didn't want either of us to cum too early. Tonight was too special. In and out I continued, each thrust slightly harder than the previous one. Not once did we break eye contact, but I could see the beads of sweat on his face and his hair was beginning to matt against his scalp.
Unexpectedly, he said "Stop, just for a moment, stay in me but lay flat." I wasn't sure why, but I was happy to comply and then I realized why. He had the longest arms and legs imaginable and he needed a moment to adjust so he could more powerfully embrace me. I felt his long, muscled legs wrap around my back, easily crossing behind me. Similarly, his arms wrapped around my back so there was no daylight between us. He had me in a tight embrace, arms and legs wrapped around me as tightly as possible. Now that he was curled around me like a doting chimpanzee, I lifted myself up to a plank position on my knees and he hung from me, torso to torso, and thrust his hips to take me deeper. I shouldn't have been surprised, but I've never experienced such strength and flexibility from a sexual partner. I remained motionless as he gyrated his hips to take my cock deeper and deeper into his gut. That continued for several minutes. I have no idea where he was getting the strength. His arms and legs were hanging on to me and he was simultaneously thrusting his hips to take me deeper. It was as his life depended on my cock reaching his inner being. He was dripping wet, near exhaustion, and he couldn't get enough. "Please, sir, fuck me deeper, deeper. I need your cock. Please sir," he pleaded.
I'm not sure what was more of a turn on, the warm cave my cock was embedded in or his animalistic response. Probably both. And I could no longer ignore or control the eruption that was imminent.
I looked deeply into his eyes and telegraphically said to him, "Here it comes boy. I'm breeding you. I'll own you now. The look in his eyes said, "I know Daddy, take me. I'm your boy."
That's all I needed to start pounding. My first thrust went deeper than any before. "Oh fuck, sir, fuck, please fuck me sir,"
I pulled out and thrust again, "Are you my boy?" I demanded to know,
"Yes sir, I'm your boy. Please fuck me sir," he groaned without hesitation.
I thrust again. "You ready to take my seed boy?"
"Yes sir, please breed me sir, breed your boy," he begged,
With the most forceful thrust yet, I commanded, "Tell me how much you want it boy,"
"Please sir, breed your boy. Own me. Give. Me. Your. Seed." He was begging for it.
"Here I cum boy," I shouted as I blasted my seed into him.
"YES DADDY. YES DADDY, BREED YOUR BOY DADDY," he nearly sobbed.
I shot with an intensity that even surpassed last week at the bukkake, which was the first orgasm I'd had in weeks. Something about this boy touched every button in my heart and soul. I was nearly blinded with passion and may have lost consciousness for a moment. In my mind, I came so hard my jizz must've shot all the way up to his stomach. It took everything I had to come back down to earth. I knew he hadn't cum yet and, unlike my previous weeks' experience, I wasn't going to let that happen.
And then it hit me like a thunderbolt. In the heat of passion, he addressed me as "Daddy". I know he'd been thinking it, but he couldn't keep silent any longer. He saw me as his daddy. I couldn't help but remember that the same thing had happened with Pook. We'd had a similar, passionate first-night fuck which ended in him crying out the word "Daddy." This was wonderfully similar.
I lowered us both down onto the couch and my spasms continued. He had my full weight on him but his athleticism made that easy for him, especially with his arms and legs wrapped around me. We laid like that--face-to-face for a long time until finally I had softened and my cock regrettably slipped out of him.
I pulled out and away from him and could see he hadn't cum yet. But despite my previous role as a denied sub, I wasn't into game playing with Nick. He was too special.
I had an idea.
He was still laying on his back on the couch and I climbed out from between his legs and knelt down next to him. With my face intimately close to his, I asked him the question, "Do you know what you just called me?"
He immediately knew what I was referring to and blushingly answered, "Yes...Daddy"
I smiled and asked another question, "Did you mean it?"
My smile gave me away, so he smiled back and answered, "Yes, Daddy"
"I like that", I replied and leaned in and gave him a warm, passionate kiss. I had cum, but he hadn't. And I could tell he desperately wanted to. So I pulled back and asked him another question, "Do you know what good daddy's do after they fuck their boys."
Looking slightly puzzled he answered honestly, "No, daddy,"
I didn't respond. I was still kneeling on the floor at his side, and I simply lowered my face onto his cock and swallowed him whole. He flinched with excitement, but that wasn't all. Knowing his hole was fully lubed from my load, I pushed my third finger into it and drove it in and out while I enthusiastically sucked him off.
"Oh daddy, daddy, daddy, please don't stop, daddy."
But I did stop. Not for long, but enough to make sure he received as much pleasure as I did. I'd take a break and pull off and out of him, let him regain his composure, and then restart. Repeatedly, I'd slide my finger into him and circle it around hunting for that special place, and lower myself on his cock and swallow him hole. And every time he got close, I'd pull back and start over. It went on and on and until he was covered in sweat.
Then I one-upped myself. I added a second finger, located his prostate and circled it with my two digits, all while continuing to suck him like my life depended on it.
The second finger did it. When my two fingers found his prostate, he responded with, "I'm cumming daddy, I'm cumming". My fingers felt his prostate blast out the cum, and my mouth was there to catch it. I was doubly pleased. His load was perhaps even greater than mine. Before long, I pulled off his cock because I wanted to share his load, most of which was still in my mouth with him. I lifted my face to his, gave him a nod to indicate what was coming, and opened my mouth to share his baby juice. We kissed with a passion that was genuine and real, passing his juice back and forth between us until we had swallowed the last of it.
We stayed like that--me kneeling at his side--for an indeterminate amount of time, but after a few moments, I got up and walked into the kitchen and told him to stay there. I'm sure he was puzzled, as we had done everything imaginable tonight; what could be left. I returned with a large bowl of warm water and a fresh sponge and proceeded to sponge him off. I gently and methodically sponged every nook and cranny of his body to remove the sweat and cum from the intense evening. When he was done, I went back to the kitchen and quickly sponged myself off as well.
I walked around the living room and collected some pillows and throw blankets scattered around the living room. I walked back to him, still laying on the couch watching me, and extended my arm to pull him off the couch to stand next to the couch for a moment. Fortunately, the couch was extra deep, so when I put the pillows at one end, and the blankets at the bottom, it started to make sense. I laid down first, with my head against the pillows which were lodged up against the extra tall arms, and spread my legs. I motioned for him to climb in between my legs and lay into me, just like we had started. He did exactly that and settled into me like he had returned to his new home. He was on his side, nestled between my legs, resting his head on my chest, with my muscled arms holding him.
"Tonight was very special," I whispered. "I don't want it to end. I want to sleep right here tonight where it all started."
Nick looked up at me dreamily and answered simply, "Good night, Daddy."
Kissing him tenderly, I said, "Good night my boy".
End of Chapter 14